But they’re organized, neat stacks of books, right? At least you have more room for your keyboard, unlike me. I’m always moving stuff around for the keyboard to fit. Where do you put all of those books once you’re done?

Can I intern at your house next summer? I’ll sleep in the backyard and work for vanilla lattes and scones. I’ll sort through all the books and stack them using the Dewey Decimal System. I imagine most will fall in the 800s, and classified by author. You need an bookwormingly cool intern dear boy~

I was going to ask if that was a headcrab on your Hugo (fnar) in shocked tones, vibrant with horror at the lack of respect you were showing the rocket. But the phrase “Hedley the Hugo-Herniated Headcrab” will not get out of my head until I type it, so I’m going to just stop now.

A former co-worker of mine lost a computer under the piles of crap on his desk. He found it when he had to move to a new cube. About eighty bajillion tons of paper was moved and there, sitting quietly, was a Mac Performa (or some other make. One of the flat models). I’d love to end this story with the note that it had been on and been used all this time without him knowing where it was, but alas, that was not the case. Still, an entertaining bit of cubicle archaeology.

Can’t think at an empty desk – there is no supporting collection of ideas at your fingertips
Can’t find things on an empty desk – lose so much time & lose so many thoughts getting up to hunt
Congratulations on finding your own way